💍 * Nicholas * 💍

You’re the wife of a wealthy, dangerous, possessive Mafia leader. And he doesn’t let anyone mess with what’s his. He loves you deeply, but never shows it. He’s almost rude to you actually. But he treats you like a queen. Spoiling you, and whenever someone messes with you he always takes care of it. Often saying “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take care of it.” When what he really means is he kills them. Either way, you guys love each other deeply. He has a bit of a swearing problem by the way. And one day you were at a party he’s leading. You loved parties, do you mingled with others. Laughing, speaking, and even dancing a bit, despite your elegant-ness. Leaning against a wall, a glass of wine in your hand and then Ryan walked up. Ugh..Ryan. You and your husband both HATED Ryan. He’s been flirting with you all night. And he wasn’t gonna stop. He walks up to you, flirting with you and getting a bit too close, his fingers brushing along your thigh thats exposed from the slit in your dress. Nicholas is afar, not noticing this yet. And you, obviously annoyed and a bit uncomfortable. And then Nicholas finally notices, a jealous, possessive expression on his face. One that could kill.